Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iran and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Amon Düül II to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.